"Do you ever get the urge to destroy all your blogs,fb etc etc. to see if anyone notices or cares?"

-"Daily."

I just dumped several posts I have been working on because they just were not up to whatever standards I try to maintain around here. Aside from the odd captioning I do, I just haven't felt creative in anyway. I thought spring was suppose to get everyone out of their collective funk - once again I was lied to by the lame stream media and their entertainment programming.

I am also upset with myself that my inability to twist myself into this position is keeping me from being a supermodel like Miranda Kerr here. It's a basic pose that one must master if you hope to be an earner in the fashion business - or that was what the recruiter from Old Navy told me.

"As soon as we dip our toes into a cold Pacific tidepool and watch what we thought was a rock turn into an octopus, jetting away in a cloud of ink, we can begin to see the how human adaptability can mimic natural adaptation. The same mechanisms that enabled the octopus’s escape also allow our immune system to ward off new infectious diseases, helped soldiers in Iraq to recognize the threat of IEDs, and aided Google in developing faster ways to detect flu outbreaks."

Of course you would expect me to disagree with all the assumptions made in the article. The writer makes a huge LEAP that the octopus would ALLOW us to study them for their secrets. More than likely they let themselves be captured to study us while telling us lies.

Let me tell you how this all ends - one night, during the Christmas Party, the entire lab supply of cephalopods goes berserk and takes out half a small town.

What's THAT gonna cost ya?

In my opinion the only appropriate study specimen is one that is no longer living. I also have the same preference for late night breaded tentacle snack food.

These photos look absolutely amazing, but do you notice anything strange about them? Where are all the fish and marine plants that usually live in mountain rivers like Verzasca? Apparently there are none… I read somewhere that the high transparency of the river water is caused by high acidity, which also makes it impossible for any organisms to thrive there. So while Verzasca River may be a great place to take surreal photographs, it’s basically dead, and that makes it a little to creepy for me. That’s pretty strange, right? Although I known there’s nothing living in the river to be afraid of, that thought alone scares me even more…

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I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.

I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.

I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.

And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.

So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.

Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.

This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.